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Dear Doug On Tue, October 4, 2011 16:29, Douglas Barbour wrote: > I like this, Lawrence (& will now say that I am reading them all but may > not respond to every single one). > I do understand L > The first line, & its 'this time,' suggests that point about returning to > resee & resay. > > An online publication might allow for links back & forth across some > distance (& time?) among the poems collected... > > Doug > On 2011-10-04, at 7:19 AM, Lawrence Upton wrote: > > >> A narrow and narrowing bar this time. >> Sea’s grabbed it as a harvest neck – >> this and strong fingers are tightening round. An hundred minutes till >> high tide. >> >> Almost all sand except southward >> where green wrack smells as fallen, dead, scattered from the living >> order. Down by The Cove edge, grey stones piled: >> >> >> skulls and bones pushed down by waves’ crush North, input increased >> incrementally till it crosses over. What had been intact is now damp and >> breached. >> > > Douglas Barbour > [log in to unmask] [log in to unmask] > > http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/ > http://eclecticruckus.wordpress.com/ > > > Latest books: > Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy) > http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664 > Wednesdays' > http://abovegroundpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-from-aboveground-press_10 > .html > > > Why poetry? And why not, I asked, > my right brain humming sedition. > > Phyllis Webb > > > > > ----- UNFRAMED GRAPHICS by Lawrence Upton 42 pages; A5 paperback; colour cover Writers Forum 978 1 84254 277 4 wfuk.org.uk/blog ---- Lawrence Upton Dept of Music Goldsmiths, University of London